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Her eyes go to my belt as I slowly unbuckle it.
“W-what are you doing?” She tries to get off the chair just as I place myself by her head and grab her hair. I tug her back down so quickly she shrieks from the surprise.
“Caden,” she huffs. The panic is starting to settle now that she realizes this is going to happen and there’s nothing she can do about it. “I was…I was just annoyed. You know I would never let Xi stay in my room. I just wanted to convince you not to do the fight.” She winces when I yank harder, forcing her to stay lying down.
Letting go of her hair for a split second, I slip my belt out of the loops and bring it around her throat before pulling at both ends.
“Now, if you don’t want to choke, you’ll have to lay down and let Nick tattoo you. Can you be a good girl for me?”
“I don’t want a tattoo,” she coughs. She brings her hands to the belt, trying to ease it off her neck, but I don’t relent. “Please, I got the message.”
“No, you didn’t,” I say low. My voice is hoarse from the need to teach her how badly she belongs to me.
Nick settles next to her and glances up at me. “Alright, what do we want?”
“Nothing!” Billie shouts back.
“Don’t make me gag you,” I growl then look at Nick again. “She’s got an NSC tattoo between her tits. I want you to add a crown to it.”
“No!” She twists. “Caden, don’t fucking do this.”
“Go on,” I tell Nick. “Cut her top open.”
As soon as Nick gets close to her with scissors, she grabs his wrist. “Do this, and you’re dead.”
I grab both ends of the belt in one hand and grasp her jaw with the other. I tighten my grip on the belt until she’s peering up at me, choking.
And I smile down at her.
“Do you want to die, Billie?”
Her cheeks are getting red as she unsuccessfully tries to breathe. She shakes her head and lets go of Nick before tapping aimlessly at her neck.
“No?”
“C—” she tries to cough my name.
“Fucking sit still before I choke the life out of you.”
Squeezing her eyes, she nods desperately, and I loosen my hold slightly. She takes in a ragged breath, tears lighting up her pretty eyes. “Please,” she whispers.
Ignoring her plea, I nod at Nick, and he starts cutting her top open.
She’s not wearing a bra, and I can’t stand my tattoo artist seeing her that way. “Hide my tits, Billie. Cover them with your hands.”
This time, instead of fighting me, she’s more than happy to listen as she cups her small breasts with her hands.
I hate that tattoo of a dagger that marks her as NSC, but I can’t do anything about it. It’s the gang she was born into. I can add my mark to it, though. And it’s not the only ink she’s getting tonight.
“Caden,” she tries one last time as Nick dips the needle in the ink. “Please, I’m sorry…”
“Here she is,” I sigh softly, caressing her hairline. “I love to hear you apologize for being a bad girl.” I smile down at her before turning to Nick and nodding.
“No,” she cries out as the buzzing resonates around us.
It takes him about twenty minutes to add a crown around the handle of her NSC dagger.
Billie cries silently the whole time, and I know deep down I should feel bad. Except all it does is get me rock-hard.
